The mountains stand like keepers, watchful over the travelers that roam, and whisper their wisdom, as clouds adorn their peaks.
Sunrise paints the world anew, a tableau of colors and dreams, where peace is written on the horizon, in the arms of the waiting trees.
In every breeze brought fresh, a reminder that life is a journey, with nature’s calm as our compass, its beauty the light that leads.
- Sara Teasdale